The Seven Sins

Will thy soul to tread the path of Cain
That it reeks of Shylocks pound of gain
Thy deeds engraved upon thou name
The Seven Sins of fame

A mighty beast of burden the soul
Angels and demons engage its fold
Ghastly, opaque and cold
The Seven Semitic Sins of old

Oh! Gluttony, Wicked Greed, Behold Envy!
Ay! Revenge and Lust, Consuming Hate and Foul Adultery
Though it finds place in this poetry
Within you it becomes deadly

Fly not at their onslaught
In their web Iscariot was caught
Oer’ the seven, victory I sought
Ay and nay as I lay in decay

This Earth

All that you have sacrificed,
All that you have given,
All of which yours mother
All of which in time withers

Elegance in the depths of your violent mountains of fire
The fortress of a thousand secrets of which we call mires
Your beauty as a dying beast crosses to the nether
The scorching art in the desert with the sands of ever

The beauty of your rage in the midst of your horrific storms
And despite our blatant disregard and pompous scorns
We yield to let you pass your rage then we fester and mourn
Thy subtle beauty by the water, so genteel I could have sworn

But crack and rip the seabed did, awakening from its slumber
And lo and behold as waters arose with a mighty thunder
Fret and flee they did from your lucid anger
Only fools try and deceive your death monger

Your will be done in the return of the Babylonian deluge
As two hundred thousand souls lay in your deadly collage
Entombed by the wave of your renegade barrage
The loss of life, the loss of will, a cemetery so large

Amidst your wild tantalizing ways somehow I feel your pain
A pain built upon the love for every heartbeat in the rain
Your own soul lay like a mighty beast slain
Yet we fester in disdain.
Yet we fester

"IT"

It is closed but not asleep
Living life in too deep
Through the mind it slips to the other side
It seems closed but the mind is open wide

Insanity right in front of you
Agony trailing behind holding your dues
If you know Jekyll then you know who is Hyde
Trick or treat it’s not Halloween

By its own share of demons
Held down in the depths of darkness… Look at it!
Through it s eye of the mind and Ride it… feel it…!
Ride its mind but hold on to the open grind

It seems again so “Picture perfect” it’s all a lie!!
Don’t ever fight just spread your wings and fly
For through its mind it slips to the other side
It may seem closed but its mind and will is open wide

Crimson Tempest

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Time does not seem to tire, sweeping like raging fire
I have crossed the deep mires, through that very fire
Crimson tempest that was a tide to late
A dark past indeed built on deeds so dire

To be lost, bounded then caged and left to bleed
Breaking shackles, my flight was with twisting speed
To be found, then free, finally I could see
To rage, to love anger and embrace hate with blazing need

I have fought, I have lost and paid all that it cost
Standing not on ground but on tides of crimson
I knew love but courted hate and all its fates
Delivered by a crimson tempest one tide too late

The Haunting

A song - click on the image the haunting to read